zombies and witches and godly - o my!

When the glass fogs. When the spider's
blood. When the skin
feathers. And metallic
sing of the clutch-in-
shift-out.

Remember when
my arms began to look this way.
And that fall. That godawful
figure. Appearing while slipping
to sleep.

While singing. When the cold
comes. While the capsule creates
its calming effect.

Any plain Any dark
Moving figure.

Couldn't fear
But knew What might to come.


Over grass and rocks and dry and deep.



What fixes. What
combusts.




Can you flush it? Make it
some voided flesh thing?





When your
comfort

can't be manufactured.